|On the Front Line-a war story Pt. 1 (standard:adventure, 459 words) [1/3] show all parts|
|Author: Cooper47||Updated: Feb 28 2007||Views/Reads: 1706/0||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|10 young adults join the war on terror, for fun. Not one has shot someone with a gun and is hopeing to get a brake, as they start training, a few drop out or get put in other platoons, only 3 left. As new missions appear they relize that it isn't a game.|
On the Font a war story by, Cooper47 MISSION 1: rifle shootout. 10:10 A.M. Iraq border. "Okay, group, our riflemen will do some investigating around the border in hopes of a safe entry, Ragmouth, state your mission", Captin Rockwell said to his platoon. If you read the outline then you will understand it better also the men in capital letters are the four friends kk the platoon:name nickname wepon Norman Rockwell red hat anything. Smick Jonson digger anything COOPER ROBINSON N/A rifle Don Cabben ragmouth rifle BRIAN JUNO N/A anything Stewart Naje Blues Bro anything DRAKE SAKe CAMO BANDANA anything RON WELL HATMAN anything The ones with N/A as nicknames are the ones who haven't gotten one yet. I will go into detail latter but I need to go back to the story: "Okay Robinson and Ragmouth we will see you in the morning". Said Red hat. "Man is it hot out here, I can't belive it, it must be-", Cooper stopped. "Look, don't you see that man walking he has a sniper, one shot will take him out". Cooper said. He aimed, dead on. He knew he had never killed someone before, preasure. too much. BAM! He was shakeing so bad he had missed the man hid for cover and shot 3 bullets in the air. "Uh oh", they both said. Back at camp they were listeing to a little 9' by 10' tv when they herd a call come in:"help we have a major firefight here. Send in back up. Oh God! Ragmouth got shot, help!" although the radio which they herd the distress call come from was small, the whole camp herd, even Red Hat. "Get those damn boys out. Blues Bro, come out with me and help me take them out, bring extra amo just in case. Move!" When they got to the site, at least fifty men were battleing with Cooper. "Oh thank God your here, Ragmouth is okay but he can't shoot a bullet. Take them out with me okay". "Cooper, Cooper get DOWN!", a huge tank came out of nowhere. It's main wepon aimed strait at Cooper. Red Hat shot up the berrel of the tank just as it fired, like in cartoons it blew up, only it was too real, bodys colapesd all around from the blast, even Red Hat and Cooper (Blues Bro took Ragmouth away) only five people got up, includeing Cooper and Red hat, the five were killed easily. Cooper was a hero back at the camp, everyone cheered. But he did not escape fully safe, a copper mark streamed down his face, no one could figure out what it was, but it gave him a nickname, Cooper Copper. "Men, we have a new mission". To be continued Tweet
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